My granddaughter Jane Claire has hit the stride of a seven-year-old and has a social calender that involves numerous school and after-school activities.

I saw her a couple of weekends ago in a production of “Wizard of Oz” put on by a local youth production organization where she lives.

I like that show, by the way, and was proud to see she had two different parts, a Munchkin and a Flower.

She was one of about twenty young actors playing those parts.

I videoed as much of her stage time as I could and plan to show it to her in a few years as a reminder of her stage debut.

I saw the show twice since the cast of Munchkins had been divided into two groups.

That’s right, two groups and Jane Claire was in the first two of the four shows.

Overall she did pretty good. But, she seemed to be fixated on the young lady that was playing the Witch of the West, who was very good, by the way, and I think a ninth grader. She did look scary, especially with the black witch’s outfit and green skin.

This visit I didn’t get a lot of P-Paw time since the play took up most of the weekend.

But I heard excerpts several times from all of the songs.

Jane Claire wore a very grownup-looking costume for the Munchkin part with a 1930’s style hat.

As I watched her creep on the stage with the rest of the Munchkins (remember that “Come out, come out wherever you are,” part?) I had to hold back the tears.

It seems like only yesterday that I could hold her in my arms, I thought, as she did her little part on the stage.

She looked so “grownie,” as some would say.

I will be the first to admit she has me hooked, and I don’t want her to grow up so fast.

Isn’t it nice to have grandchildren. If I had known it was so grand I believe I would have had them first.